The first Walnut branch that fell last night scared the living daylights out of Izzy. She hasn’t whine-barked like that since the duplex fire in the alley years ago. Then a second branch fell early this morning. But with some assisted inspection all was well with her, and how could all not be well with me — with Corona loppers and Felco hand shears.
I will leave the sawing to another day.
In the meantime, we’ve got some new calibrated kindling piles prepping for fall.
Silver linings.